Chapter 91 The same world

The banquet in Stockingshire was held very grandly, not only to congratulate those knights who achieved outstanding results in the Knights' Competition, but also to celebrate the rebirth of Schwab's assassination. In order to thank God for his grace, the priests and the two deans of the great monastery were also invited. Religious people in the robes of the priest talked with each other, as if they believed that the Count's grace was owed to their daily service to the Lord,

In order to argue which village is more pious, the monks in the monastery are more outstanding and noisy. Unlike these big-bellied religious people, the knights in the courtyard care about their respective bravery and honors. The knights holding wine glasses chatting and laughing also held a small fight in the courtyard. The winners won everyone's recognition and praise without hesitation, and the losers will be pulled up by the people around them, and the jubilant atmosphere infected other people around them.

"Young guys, you look very energetic." Schwab, accompanied by Adele, sat in a wheelchair by the hilarious knights. When the knights saw the earl who had just experienced a miracle, he quickly bowed to Schwab to pay tribute.

"Sir Earl, I am so happy to see that you are not in a state of health." Sir Gurgen stepped forward and said to Schwab, who quickly nodded to him and thanked Sir Gurgen for his rescue at a critical moment.

"Heroic Sir Gurgen, for your life-saving grace, I have prepared a gift for you, please accept it." As Schwab said, the dwarf Rod placed a delicate oak box he was holding on Schwab's knees, and the knights were curious by the box covered with black velvet, and they surrounded Schwab.

"This is not worth mentioning, my sir." Sir Gurgen said quickly with a red face.

"This is what you deserve, jazz." Schwab pulled open the velvet tweed cloth to reveal the oak box. When Schwab opened the oak box, it was filled with a box of silver storage. The light of the silver shone on the faces of the knights around them, which shocked them. They did not expect Schwab to be such a wealthy nobleman, and more importantly, he was generous.

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord." Sir Gurgen's lips trembled with his trembling hands. He took the heavy box with his trembling hands, and hugged it tightly in his arms with the envious eyes of the knights around him, "Tonight, I will treat you at the Bucks Bar."

"Oh, good." When Gurgen was excited and invited the knights around them, they cheered and were happy for the good luck of their partners.

"My lord, your generosity deeply convinced me. I, Gurgen, are willing to serve you as my monarch and devote your life to your cause and life." Inspired by a box of silver, this outstanding Sir Gurgen fell to Schwab with one knee in his hand and swearing to Schwab.

"Haha, it is my glory to be able to get such an excellent knight as you. I, the legal ruler of Stockingshire, are willing to accept your allegiance and give you a fief." Schwab happily pulled out the short sword inlaid with the gem he wore, slapped Sir Gurgen's shoulders and back with his sword body, and completed a simple allegiance ceremony. Under the leadership of Sir Gurgen, several of his partners immediately joined the ranks of this temporary loyalty. Schwab happily accepted their allegiance and arranged a fief for them.

"Sir Earl, you mean to give Sir Gurgen so generously." Adele pushed Schwab away from the courtyard and quietly said to Schwab.

"Ah, of course, I need the support of excellent knights now, but I don't like those knights who have too many entanglements with local nobles, and these foreign knights are easier to obey my command." Schwab said to Adele in a wheelchair with leisurely carefree.

"But master, haven't you always disliked the unruly knights?" asked the short man Rued curiously.

"Yes, I used to think that ordinary people are almost no different from the combat power of knights as long as they are trained." Schwab frowned, as if he had thought of something, and the wound on his abdomen was still aching.

"Yes, because of this assassination?" Adele asked cautiously.

"It should be right, I seem to underestimate these knights before." Schwab was upset by his carelessness. In the battle of the lowland territory, the knights led by Lord Lemondo almost killed him in the surprise attack. Their fearless aura surprised Schwab by his former shallowness. The potential of human beings can never be underestimated, especially those who have deeply imprinted the spirit and tradition of the chivalry in their blood. Their power is something that ordinary soldiers cannot achieve in training.

"So what should our legion soldiers do? Master." The dwarf Rued asked in confusion.

"Our legion soldiers can still be trusted, but now I want to strengthen the strength of the Teutonic knights. Only the knights can deal with the knights." Schwab made up his mind to build his own knights in this strange world.

"Teutonic Knight? What the hell do you want to do?" Just as Adele pushed Schwab to the place close to the prayer room, a woman's voice came, that was An Berlin's voice, and she seemed to have accidentally heard Schwab's conversation.

"It is an impolite lady to eavesdrop on other people's conversations." Schwab said dissatisfied.

"Hmph, I didn't mean it. Actually, I've always been curious about the Teutonic Knights, Mercenary Groups, hand cannons, cannons, these things should not belong to this era." Ann Berlin always looked slow, and she held her arms and walked outside the prayer room.

"Well, blood transfusion equipment and surgery, this doesn't seem to be something of this era, right?" Schwab said to her staring at the strange woman.

"Master, what are you talking about?" The dwarf Rud and Adele didn't understand what the conversation between Schwab and Ann Berlin meant.

"Okay, Adele, you guys go back first, I want to have a good talk with your adoptive mother." Schwab waved at Adele and others, and retreated to a place where the two were unable to hear the conversation.

"Are you afraid that they will ruin their fate when they hear something they cannot understand?" Ann Berlin looked at the soldiers who bowed to Schwab and left, as well as Adele and others, and said to Schwab who was sitting in a wheelchair. She couldn't help laughing when she looked at the wheelchair. People in this era would never think of such equipment.

"You can't have traveled over here, right?" Schwab carefully leaned over and said to An Berlin. Schwab felt a little embarrassed when he said this to a strange woman, because if the other party was just a person who knew some strange medical skills, then his conversation would be really strange.

"Look, I met someone who was the same, but I'm really unlucky compared to a big man like you." Ann Berlin said self-deprecatingly, as if he was complaining about his luck.

"Hahaha, this is really wonderful." Schwab couldn't help laughing loudly. In this inexplicable wonder world, although he tried hard to change his position and gradually gained status and power that others could not have, the feeling of loneliness reminded Schwab at all times that he was an incompatible invader, but now he suddenly realized that he was not the only one.

"What are you laughing at?" Ann Berlin looked at Schwab, who was laughing wildly in a wheelchair, and his laughter made the Mark soldiers who were protecting him on the periphery wonder what made his monarch so happy.

"No, no, I just think it's funny. Hello, my name is Chen Jun, Chinese." Schwab stretched out his hand to An Berlin, and An Berlin stared at Schwab like a female cat, and also stretched out his hand.

"Ann Berlin Scots."

"Scottish? I really didn't expect it, but how could you come here? And why can your language communicate with them?" Schwab asked curiously, and he was really curious about this strange woman.

"I was originally a surgeon. One night one of my patients fell ill, so I drove on the highway, but I encountered thick fog. When I woke up, I was in this place. As for language, I learned from a witch." Ann Berlin sighed.

"Is that so? Then you are really unlucky." Schwab shrugged and comforted her.

"It's nothing, it's all God's will, but I always thought that the Chinese were the most *** people? But you?" Ann Berlin looked at Schwab curiously, confused by his almost Germanic appearance.

"Actually, I was already dead in our world, in a car accident." Schwab said with a smile, and he always felt like a dream for his own death.

"What a pity, maybe I should say that." Ann Berlin shrugged.

"It's nothing, it's pretty good now. Becoming a big nobleman, of course I was just a knight at the beginning."

"Well, that's not bad, better than me, do you know? Because I saved a farmer's child, they actually thought I was a witch and wanted to execute me. This place is exactly the same as in the dark medieval times. Why am I so unlucky?" Ann Berlin seemed to have suffered a lot in this world. The reason why it did not collapse was that her passionate medical spirit supported her.

"Don't worry, since we are from the same world, I will protect you." Schwab said.

"Oh? Thank you very much, but do you know who you are fighting against? It's the church, the real master of this world is the church." Ann Berlin reminded Schwar to preach.

"It's a pity that I am a Chinese. I am not afraid of the church, and your God. People in our country believe that man will conquer nature. This is also the driving force for me to survive in this world." Schwab said without hesitation.

"Drink, I've heard that you Chinese have no faith, and it's true that you see." An Berlin said with a slight sarcastic look.

"Whatever you say, but I still hope you can be useful to me," he said.

"What? You are so generous to a lady." Ann Berlin turned around and left angrily, closing the door of the prayer room with force.

"Scottish, it's really fun."
Chapter completed!